4. GHOST "Yes, my dear, I am a wild soul," Granny smiled. "Some would call me a She-wolf." She frowned slightly. "An unfortunate term really and very much misunderstood." She patted Little Red's knee reassuringly. "For many years I lived a half-life, stifled somehow and smothered. So much was expected of me and I never felt good enough most of the time. I dreamed of a time when I would feel free and whole and more.... me."
Little Red listened intently, eyes widening.
"Ah," chuckled Grandmother, "perhaps I am not the only one who has felt like that." She smiled again. "Well, as soon as I could, I escaped." She tilted her head slightly. "Hmm,I wonder.... have you crept to the forest boundary wishing you could explore too, sweetheart?"
Little Red nodded, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
Granny sighed. "And did you find bones strewn along the path as you walked?"
Little Red emptied her pockets onto the rug at their feet.
"So many hopes and dreams, all waiting to be set free." And Granny swept up all the bones and threw them into the cauldron hanging over the fire.
To Little Red's dismay, Granny started to sing and dance around the room, clapping her hands wildly while sparks sizzled and popped onto the hearth.
"Come, sweet child," Granny called, skipping out of the cottage door, "your very own she-wolf is about to rise."
Perplexed, Little Red followed her outside. Looking up they watched as the smokey-white ghost of a wolf spiralled out of the cottage chimney and began to leap across the sky.
"Run, Little Red, run!" howled Grandmother into wind. "Time now for you to learn the ways of a wolf... to become the wild-woman you have always known yourself to be."